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Monday, August 3, 2015

The Deepest Darkest Places

I'd like to share a poem I wrote. When I picked up my pen to write it, I didn't know what I would say. I wanted answers, I wanted my mind to stop running in circles...so I simply wrote, "Where is peace..."

Jeremiah 33:3 says, "Call to me and I will answer you..."

God always answers us, in some way.

The Deepest Darkest Placesby Caroline Meek

Where is peacein a world that takes itand bottles it up to selllike stale food without valuebut then changes the labelsfor the high-priced jars marked poisonand gives those to the worldwhile the peace is hidden awayin the darkness where they keptthe poison

it is the most expensive thingsthat have no valueand the world drinks itthe poisonthat brings the storm clouds outto drown the misled peace seekersand dries the life from the skywhen the peace is awaythe poison that got switchedfor peaceand so we say we suffer and dieand nothing’s rightour peace is full of darknot light

but we don’t knowthat the remedy we seekto be complete is notthe thing we lackand that our light lovely peacewas switched for poisonand sits in middle of the dark wherewe can’t see foot aheadwe’re still broken, blindedwith a heart that’s so faronly bled

but hearts are meant to bleedthe peace was disguisednot destroyedand darkness can’t succeedthe world will keep on drinkingthe poisonbut look down and feelyour beating bleeding heartthat’s how it’s supposed to beit’s the way it was made

wait for the peaceit’s waiting for you to waitin the deepest darkest placesin the world that can’t restrain the light.